In a Manner of Poetry

August 5, 2016May 27, 2017

The Goal

It’s that time of the week again
It’s time to drink until you can’t see again
Counting down the minutes until your shift ends
You’ve already have plans with your friends
Ignoring the speed limit all the way home
Everyone is blowing up your phone
Part of you just wants to be alone
You hate that you’re so well known
Your outfit and heels are already picked out
You’ll be the one all the guys want tonight
The prettiest one in the group without a doubt
But you just wanna drink until everything’s alright